My Principal is forever ready to explore
New things from students who implore
And set a new goal for them to outscore
In their own life. He is ready to restore
Intellect and discipline in school therefore
Stands out and administers students’ footsore.
Cherian sir the one who is fighting war
Against anxiety and worry on door,
Which pester children and occasionally gore
Their morale and self-esteem. They spoor
Away from study which he sojourns before
They reach to larger extent and be cocksure.
Never he criticizes without any reason poor,
As he is a positive thinker. All of us roar
Which is pacified by him but for sure.
He is the man of principles and decor
Whose blessings on all of us ever pour.
I am developing a new style of writing poetry where ending words of a line rhyme with one another, at least in last sound. I named it Pari Style. Hope readers will like it. Thanks to those invisible hands and fingers which supported and inspired me to continue my efforts in my new, creative, artistic and innovative “Pari” style. Thanks for your inspiring, kind, soft fingers.
To have and to hold
My mind and my body
Are yours, Dear Sir,
To cherish and ravish.
Or have you forgotten?
my naked morning
within warm arms
in morning kisses
greet the sunshine
seeking his need
hearing his want
our morning love
from his deep slumber
with helter skelter kisses
is our feast
How to be a great tweaker
1) Go get some drugs
2) Don't take them yet
3) Go get some tweaker friends
4) Go get some snacks and take a shower
5) Put on clean clothes
6) Go to a tweaker friend
7) Give them the drugs
8) Walk over to a light post
9) Give it one dollar
10) Go eat that food
No clue. Write a How-To poem. Write a poem instructing someone how to do something – could be something you know how to do very well (I can bake a great loaf of bread) or could be something you have no idea how to do and are working out the steps toward (Fixing a hard drive is beyond me) or it could be something completely imagined. Consider writing the poem as a series of numbered steps with no step being longer than 2 lines
I'm at the brink of falling,
Into the abyss;
Mister, would I be
It seems that the moon glows for me,
For it knows that only at night,
I can see.
Is it my friend,
The moon up in the sky?
It's always been by my side.
Bright days, sun rays,
They hurt my eyes;
The people that move during such times,
Only ever want me to die.
I can call the moon my friend,
Will he back-stab me,
In the end?
I only see during dark hours,
I don't have much power.
Is he my friend?
The glowing orb up high?
I sure hope that he'll always
Be by my side.
Wrote this when I felt very ... eerie. The speaker in the poem is meant to be a child.